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Hello LJ chums! I find myself in a very good mood because it's FRIDAY and I'm looking forward to the weekend. Tomorrow adelagia and I are going to Boiling Point, and then there will be gameage. Last week we ROCKED the game of Pandemic that we played. That's right, we saved the whole world from disease and no one even realized it... it's like we're real superheroes.
I lost to the esteemedcarrie_leigh in the last round of the Hump Bracket Challenge, so here are the drabbles I wrote. It was really fun to participate, and I got to stretch a bit and practice writing outside my comfort zone. Great experience.
Title: Keeping Promises
Author: sarea_okelani
Characters: Marcus Flint, Katie Bell, Draco Malfoy, Adrian Pucey
Prompt: Oath
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
His thickly booted feet echo on expensive marble. He hates this floor. He constantly feels like he's going to slip.
Draco Malfoy and Adrian Pucey appear; his expression neutralizes. "All right, Marcus?" Pucey says, but Malfoy ignores him. Arrogant arsehole. He's never liked Malfoy, who lords over everyone how rich and insufferable he is.
"Quidditch later?" Pucey calls.
"Sure." Marcus keeps walking. He's not playing Quidditch. They won't be surprised; he always says he will when he won't.
The dungeon floor's made of solid rock, which he likes better, though he's reminded of getting his Mark, kneeling before the Dark Lord. Reverent whispers: Sacred oath. He only thought about how hard and cold the ground was, about Daphne Greengrass on her knees behind the Quidditch sheds, making him come, making him promise to be her boyfriend. Marcus swore fealty to the Dark Lord, his loyalty guaranteed as long as he's not asked for something he doesn't want to give.
He knows the number of steps to her cell: eighteen. On his eighteenth birthday, he promised his mother he'd meet mates for a pint and would be back to read Miranda a bedtime story. He woke the next morning with a splitting headache and little memory of the night before. Who found him but Miranda, holding a stuffed Kneazle and looking disappointed in the way only young sisters can.
She stands when he's close. The firelight makes her look almost healthy, but he knows better. He remembers when they brought her in, the way his gut clenched as though a Weasley had driven a Bludger into him.
"Katie," he whispers. He doesn't know who reaches for who. His hand is gentle against her cheek; her arms are around him. His mouth is hungry, seeking. She returns the kiss fiercely. "Katie..." The only word in the world. His hands run eagerly over her tattered robes, finding her breasts, the only part of her not rail thin. His thumbs circle her nipples; he loves feeling them stiffen.
"Marcus," she murmurs.
He should be nervous, but he's incredibly calm. He tugs her toward the door. "The wards are down. It's all ready."
Her eyes are wide, scared. "You'll be caught. You'll be killed."
"I won't," he promises. What's another in the trail he's left? "I've a plan."
She doesn't believe him. He affects relaxation. "Little Bell, remember what I said?"
Katie swallows. "That you'd never let anything happen to me."
"It'll be fine," he reassures her. "Trust me." Marcus looks at her steadily.
She nods slowly. "Okay. Together."
He kisses her again, a kiss to remember. A kiss that gives strength.
Marcus feels so light when he leads her up from the dungeon that he can't hear his own footsteps.
Things happen quickly. He waits until she vanishes, hands reaching out. He smiles even as he hears the shouts, feels rough hands grabbing, blows to his temple.
He told Katie he wouldn't let anything happen to her.
It's the only promise he's ever kept.
Title: More Than This
Author: sarea_okelani
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnigan
Prompt: Stormy
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
"Where is everyone? Draco back?" Pansy called, walking into camp. She'd been out hunting for hours and had only five squirrels to show for it. She was sticky, muddy and tired.
Finnigan threw more wood onto the campfire, jerking his head to the left, indicating the cluster of live-in tents. "Patrolling. Yeah, twenty minutes ago."
"And?"
Finnigan grimly studied the fire. "Nothing."
"It's been three days since they disappeared!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Think I don't know that? Dean's my best mate!"
They fell silent, both unwilling to say what they already knew: Death Eaters had taken their friends. That or killed them, and neither knew which was worse.
"What else?"
Finnigan shrugged. "He and Weasley rowed."
"Again?" Pansy rolled her eyes. She held out the squirrels, which Finnigan took appreciatively.
She made her way over to the tents, not sure what she expected. Draco didn't give false hope or care if he hurt your feelings. Normally she liked that... but right now she needed some hope. She wasn't built for living like this, damn it. She was made for satin sheets, champagne in fluted glasses, chocolate cake with loads of pillowy cream. Not this. This couldn't be life.
Pansy heard them before she saw them.
She paused, then edged closer and carefully lifted the tent flap. The tents were kept small in case they needed to be packed away quickly. Pansy blinked, adjusting to the dimness. Clothing was everywhere. Weapons were neatly lined up on the side.
And on one of the bedrolls, Draco was roughly fucking Ginny Weasley.
They were oblivious to her presence. Pansy's fingers clenched on the flap. As she watched them, heard them gasping, she felt heat flare to life between her legs. Draco's lean body moved over Weasley's, his knees digging into the bedroll, the muscles in his arms corded as he held himself over her. Weasley's eyes were closed, tendrils of red hair sticking to her face. Her knees were hooked over Draco's thrusting hips, her breasts jiggling, and occasionally she let out a sound that made him smile, teeth flashing white. Her hand drifted between them, to the place where they were joined, then moved away again, as though confused as to how this had happened. The entire tableau was gloriously careless. Pansy envied them, was sick with it. How long since she'd been fucked like that?
She dropped the flap, breathing hard. She wasn't surprised; their stormy relationship had been filled with dislike and bickering, but anyone could see this was the direction it had always been headed. Pansy went into her own tent, glad her roommate wasn't around. She lay on her bedroll and found herself hot and damp. The touch of her fingers was so good she bit her lip.
When it was done she went limp, swallowing against the loneliness.
"Parkinson, you in there? Are you going to help me with these squirrels or what?" Finnigan.
Pansy wiped her face quickly. "Be right there."
There was work to be done.
For the third round, I actually have three drabbles to share with you. >.> The first is the one I actually submitted. The second is the one I wrote first. And the third is the one I wrote second. Clear as mud? See, what happened is that the first drabble I wrote,jade_okelani and I both had qualms about whether it really spoke to the prompt I was given. So then I wrote another one. I sent it over to Jade to beta almost at exactly the same time that she sent me her story to beta, which which I resisted reading until I'd finished my story. The second I started reading her story my heart sank -- WE HAD CHOSEN THE EXACT SAME PAIRING! And not only that, approached it in a nearly identical way. Guys, for the most part it's great to share a brain with someone, but at times it can be a trial. :)) So it was back to the drawing board once more, to write the story I actually submitted. There's no reason for me to hold any of them back, so here's all three of them. :P
Title: Just Once
Author: Sarea Okelani
Characters: Sirius Black, Lily Evans
Prompt: Inevitable
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Sirius spends most of his time hiding the fact that he is a bad friend from James.
He envies Remus, who never has to think twice about his motivations. He didn't grow up with the likes of Sirius's mother or Sirius's deranged -- but quite comely -- cousin Bellatrix.
Sirius doesn't have Remus's talent for goodness. Mostly he's skilled at talking his way out of trouble and making sixth-year girls shed their knickers.
With his family, what bloody chance has he got? Eventually someone'll find out what he is deep down. He can't keep it up forever. The Black in him is itching to come out, and it's inevitable that one day it will. He knows he's extra hard on that little worm Snape because Snape is everything Sirius fears himself to be, and the worst possible thing is James, his brother by bond, not blood, finding out.
That's why, when he finds himself alone with Lily Evans in the library, his first instinct is to flirt outrageously. His second instinct is to flee. Sirius knows better than anyone of James's interest in the flame-haired beauty. He's the one listening to James's daily recitations of her various charms, after all. Lily is quite fit, but she's the one girl who's totally off limits to him. Which does not in the least increase her attractiveness, Sirius assures himself.
He politely smiles a greeting as they browse the same shelves. It's nowhere near the full-wattage grin he might've given another girl, which is why he's shocked to feel her breasts brush him as she reaches for a book.
"Excuse me," she murmurs.
"Mmm," he mumbles.
And with that, they're kissing. Not the pecks Aunt Druella gives his mother on both cheeks. Not the close-mouthed first kiss he got from Emmeline Vance. Not even the enthusiastic -- but completely inappropriate -- kiss he'd gotten from Bellatrix last week. No, this kiss is new and terrifying, because Sirius doesn't think he's ever enjoyed a kiss this much. Lily's an innocent, but she tastes like mint and peach preserves, and she's kissing him as though the fate of mankind hinges on it.
Of course, he thinks. Of course this is happening. It's the culmination of everything he is, everything he feared. She feels so good, tastes so good, that he takes a moment to feel grateful that this can be his final downfall.
Lily breaks it off and they stare at one another, breathing ragged.
"I've decided I'm going to say yes to James," she explains. "But just once I wanted to know how it'd feel to be wanted by you."
"Oh?" Is that his voice?
"Yes." Lily smiles wryly. "I'm the only female at Hogwarts you haven't flirted with. Do you know how that makes a girl feel? You're a good friend, Sirius. I hope James appreciates you."
Letting her walk away, the taste of her lips lingering on his, the scent of her still on his robes, Sirius damn well hopes it too.
Title: Fueling the Flames
Author: Sarea Okelani
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and a bunch of others
Prompt: Inevitable
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
"That's... you've almost got it. There. Right there. Come on, Potter, harder — yes. Faster. Faster, can't you — ahhhh. Watch your damn teeth. Merlin." Draco grabbed a fistful of Potter's thick hair, none too gently. In seconds he came, jerking his hips and spilling into the hot, wet mouth encasing his cock.
Draco got up from the chair and started doing up his trousers as Potter wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Draco started to say something about how semen would be very obvious when it dried, then realized he didn't care.
"Your turn," Potter said, his hands going to his waistband.
"Yeah," Draco said, looking at him askance. "I don't think so."
"What?" Potter looked incredulous, his erection tenting the front of his trousers.
"Not gonna happen, mate. Sorry." Draco was aware he didn't sound the least sorry.
"You can't leave me like this after—"
"You came to me. I never made promises. And even if I had, would you be surprised that I went back on my word?" Draco got up close to Potter's bespectacled face. "No. Because I'm Draco fucking Malfoy."
Potter started angrily pulling on the robe he'd discarded when entering the room. "You're an asshole."
"Unfortunately for you, what I'm not is gay. But listen," Draco called as Potter was about to open the door, "owl me next time you get a hankering. We'll see if I can work you into my schedule."
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
"I already told you that wasn't going to happen."
Potter jerked the door open, then nearly slammed it shut again. It flew open. "P-pr-professor McGonagall," he stuttered.
Draco swore, loudly.
"Language, Mr. Malfoy," said a silky voice. Snape followed McGonagall into the room.
"Harry Potter," began McGonagall, looking apoplectic, "What are you doing out of Gryffindor Tower? At this hour? In the Head Boy's room?"
"Professors—" Draco began, but was silenced by a look from Snape.
"We were studying," said Potter lamely.
"Don't insult my intelligence," McGonagall said frostily. "Gather up your things and come with me."
They were met at the door by a gaggle of gawking students, including more Gryffindors. McGonagall looked fit to be tied. "To bed!" she shrilled. "All of you!"
"We'll discuss this," Snape muttered to Draco darkly, "tomorrow."
Draco waved at the bystanders hovering in his doorway, fueling the rumor flames. He went to close the door behind Snape.
"It was inevitable!" he heard Ron Weasley grouse to the Mudblood as they went down the steps. "Only a matter of time before someone like Malfoy would use a hex like that...!"
"Right, a hex," Granger replied noncommittally.
Grinning to himself, Draco was about to shut the door when he noticed Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, and Parvati Patil. He thought Potter's girlfriend would be hurt or angry, but she didn't look it. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her friends urged her forward. Seemingly unable to resist, she looked back at him. He winked, sending her scurrying.
Draco went to bed whistling.
Title: He Remembers
Author: Sarea Okelani
Characters: Severus Snape, Lily Evans
Prompt: Inevitable
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
He remembers the thought that entered his head when he first saw her, that it was somehow fate they should meet. The thought felt stupid. It also felt true.
He remembers the first time he ever touched her face, the way she looked at him, unblinking, unfazed, seeing him. She wanted him to know that, unlike his father, unlike even his mother, she could really see him, see clearly into the depths he didn't know he had. Not until that moment.
He remembers when he realized he loved her, loved her with his whole heart, small and bruised, an untried thing. In her hands, in those malachite eyes, it had felt like something worth saving.
He remembers the hurt of that first betrayal, when she walked past him to sit with her House of red and gold. The Sorting Hat put her there, he told himself, she didn't choose it. But somehow he felt betrayed anyway.
He remembers that first inkling of unease, that uncomfortable clench in his stomach, when he caught her staring at the black-haired boy she professed to dislike, when she thought no one was looking.
He remembers the first and only time they ever kissed, under a dark, cloudless sky. They were laughing one minute and silent and serious the next, and she closed her eyes and drew nearer to him, and the kiss was the sweetest he'd ever known, would ever know, the way he tasted Lily, just his Lily, and the joy was a tiger in his chest that came unbound, hungry with want and need. It was fate, he thought again, that what he had wanted was what she wanted too.
He remembers when he realized he'd been wrong. And while he'd hated James Potter, it didn't compare to the hate he'd felt toward her, and toward himself for believing in the inevitability of love, in the idea that a creature like Severus Snape could find and inspire it in such a girl. He had hated her as he had loved her, and the two warred inside him and burned him to ashes.
He remembers the promises they'd made, every one broken and meaningless. He found other pursuits, found others to put on that tattered pedestal, but none held it for long.
He remembers when her life was in his hands. If she died he would be responsible for that death, as surely as if he'd cast the Unforgivable himself. Despite what he'd told himself the Cause is everything he realized she was all that mattered. He would save her or die trying.
Giving his life for hers felt right. It felt poetic. It felt like destiny. It was why he'd been created, been born, had lived. The only thing he asked, the only thing he wanted, was that she be with him when it happened, so that he could look into those green, green eyes before passing from this world.
It wasn't a lot to ask, he thought. Not much at all.
I finally watched the last episode of S4 of The Wire. Even though I knew what was coming, I still cried. I didn't even cry when this happened! Though I was still super bummed. I ended up really enjoying the season -- I really liked the kiddie crew. I also watched the first season of S5, and it's always tough at the beginning to get used to a whole new host of characters again.
Every now and then I get a bee in my bonnet about ASoIaF theories, particularly my two favorite: Who are Jon Snow's parents and Who is Azor Ahai? I wish people would update their essays with ADWD text/proof. Le sigh.
This is a "Who are Jon Snow's parents?" essay that I haven't read before. It gets more in depth than this one about all the potential mothers and fathers, but the latter essay provides more actual book references. Both are good reads.
I loved reading this about what exactly happened during Robert's Rebellion. We get our info in such bits and pieces from various characters that it's hard to put together a clear picture of what happened when. This essay provides a great timeline of events.
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Have a faboo weekend everyone!
adelagia and I are going to Boiling Point, and then there will be gameage. Last week we ROCKED the game of Pandemic that we played. That's right, we saved the whole world from disease and no one even realized it... it's like we're real superheroes.I lost to the esteemed
carrie_leigh in the last round of the Hump Bracket Challenge, so here are the drabbles I wrote. It was really fun to participate, and I got to stretch a bit and practice writing outside my comfort zone. Great experience.Title: Keeping Promises
Author: sarea_okelani
Characters: Marcus Flint, Katie Bell, Draco Malfoy, Adrian Pucey
Prompt: Oath
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
His thickly booted feet echo on expensive marble. He hates this floor. He constantly feels like he's going to slip.
Draco Malfoy and Adrian Pucey appear; his expression neutralizes. "All right, Marcus?" Pucey says, but Malfoy ignores him. Arrogant arsehole. He's never liked Malfoy, who lords over everyone how rich and insufferable he is.
"Quidditch later?" Pucey calls.
"Sure." Marcus keeps walking. He's not playing Quidditch. They won't be surprised; he always says he will when he won't.
The dungeon floor's made of solid rock, which he likes better, though he's reminded of getting his Mark, kneeling before the Dark Lord. Reverent whispers: Sacred oath. He only thought about how hard and cold the ground was, about Daphne Greengrass on her knees behind the Quidditch sheds, making him come, making him promise to be her boyfriend. Marcus swore fealty to the Dark Lord, his loyalty guaranteed as long as he's not asked for something he doesn't want to give.
He knows the number of steps to her cell: eighteen. On his eighteenth birthday, he promised his mother he'd meet mates for a pint and would be back to read Miranda a bedtime story. He woke the next morning with a splitting headache and little memory of the night before. Who found him but Miranda, holding a stuffed Kneazle and looking disappointed in the way only young sisters can.
She stands when he's close. The firelight makes her look almost healthy, but he knows better. He remembers when they brought her in, the way his gut clenched as though a Weasley had driven a Bludger into him.
"Katie," he whispers. He doesn't know who reaches for who. His hand is gentle against her cheek; her arms are around him. His mouth is hungry, seeking. She returns the kiss fiercely. "Katie..." The only word in the world. His hands run eagerly over her tattered robes, finding her breasts, the only part of her not rail thin. His thumbs circle her nipples; he loves feeling them stiffen.
"Marcus," she murmurs.
He should be nervous, but he's incredibly calm. He tugs her toward the door. "The wards are down. It's all ready."
Her eyes are wide, scared. "You'll be caught. You'll be killed."
"I won't," he promises. What's another in the trail he's left? "I've a plan."
She doesn't believe him. He affects relaxation. "Little Bell, remember what I said?"
Katie swallows. "That you'd never let anything happen to me."
"It'll be fine," he reassures her. "Trust me." Marcus looks at her steadily.
She nods slowly. "Okay. Together."
He kisses her again, a kiss to remember. A kiss that gives strength.
Marcus feels so light when he leads her up from the dungeon that he can't hear his own footsteps.
Things happen quickly. He waits until she vanishes, hands reaching out. He smiles even as he hears the shouts, feels rough hands grabbing, blows to his temple.
He told Katie he wouldn't let anything happen to her.
It's the only promise he's ever kept.
Title: More Than This
Author: sarea_okelani
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnigan
Prompt: Stormy
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
"Where is everyone? Draco back?" Pansy called, walking into camp. She'd been out hunting for hours and had only five squirrels to show for it. She was sticky, muddy and tired.
Finnigan threw more wood onto the campfire, jerking his head to the left, indicating the cluster of live-in tents. "Patrolling. Yeah, twenty minutes ago."
"And?"
Finnigan grimly studied the fire. "Nothing."
"It's been three days since they disappeared!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Think I don't know that? Dean's my best mate!"
They fell silent, both unwilling to say what they already knew: Death Eaters had taken their friends. That or killed them, and neither knew which was worse.
"What else?"
Finnigan shrugged. "He and Weasley rowed."
"Again?" Pansy rolled her eyes. She held out the squirrels, which Finnigan took appreciatively.
She made her way over to the tents, not sure what she expected. Draco didn't give false hope or care if he hurt your feelings. Normally she liked that... but right now she needed some hope. She wasn't built for living like this, damn it. She was made for satin sheets, champagne in fluted glasses, chocolate cake with loads of pillowy cream. Not this. This couldn't be life.
Pansy heard them before she saw them.
She paused, then edged closer and carefully lifted the tent flap. The tents were kept small in case they needed to be packed away quickly. Pansy blinked, adjusting to the dimness. Clothing was everywhere. Weapons were neatly lined up on the side.
And on one of the bedrolls, Draco was roughly fucking Ginny Weasley.
They were oblivious to her presence. Pansy's fingers clenched on the flap. As she watched them, heard them gasping, she felt heat flare to life between her legs. Draco's lean body moved over Weasley's, his knees digging into the bedroll, the muscles in his arms corded as he held himself over her. Weasley's eyes were closed, tendrils of red hair sticking to her face. Her knees were hooked over Draco's thrusting hips, her breasts jiggling, and occasionally she let out a sound that made him smile, teeth flashing white. Her hand drifted between them, to the place where they were joined, then moved away again, as though confused as to how this had happened. The entire tableau was gloriously careless. Pansy envied them, was sick with it. How long since she'd been fucked like that?
She dropped the flap, breathing hard. She wasn't surprised; their stormy relationship had been filled with dislike and bickering, but anyone could see this was the direction it had always been headed. Pansy went into her own tent, glad her roommate wasn't around. She lay on her bedroll and found herself hot and damp. The touch of her fingers was so good she bit her lip.
When it was done she went limp, swallowing against the loneliness.
"Parkinson, you in there? Are you going to help me with these squirrels or what?" Finnigan.
Pansy wiped her face quickly. "Be right there."
There was work to be done.
For the third round, I actually have three drabbles to share with you. >.> The first is the one I actually submitted. The second is the one I wrote first. And the third is the one I wrote second. Clear as mud? See, what happened is that the first drabble I wrote,
jade_okelani and I both had qualms about whether it really spoke to the prompt I was given. So then I wrote another one. I sent it over to Jade to beta almost at exactly the same time that she sent me her story to beta, which which I resisted reading until I'd finished my story. The second I started reading her story my heart sank -- WE HAD CHOSEN THE EXACT SAME PAIRING! And not only that, approached it in a nearly identical way. Guys, for the most part it's great to share a brain with someone, but at times it can be a trial. :)) So it was back to the drawing board once more, to write the story I actually submitted. There's no reason for me to hold any of them back, so here's all three of them. :PTitle: Just Once
Author: Sarea Okelani
Characters: Sirius Black, Lily Evans
Prompt: Inevitable
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Sirius spends most of his time hiding the fact that he is a bad friend from James.
He envies Remus, who never has to think twice about his motivations. He didn't grow up with the likes of Sirius's mother or Sirius's deranged -- but quite comely -- cousin Bellatrix.
Sirius doesn't have Remus's talent for goodness. Mostly he's skilled at talking his way out of trouble and making sixth-year girls shed their knickers.
With his family, what bloody chance has he got? Eventually someone'll find out what he is deep down. He can't keep it up forever. The Black in him is itching to come out, and it's inevitable that one day it will. He knows he's extra hard on that little worm Snape because Snape is everything Sirius fears himself to be, and the worst possible thing is James, his brother by bond, not blood, finding out.
That's why, when he finds himself alone with Lily Evans in the library, his first instinct is to flirt outrageously. His second instinct is to flee. Sirius knows better than anyone of James's interest in the flame-haired beauty. He's the one listening to James's daily recitations of her various charms, after all. Lily is quite fit, but she's the one girl who's totally off limits to him. Which does not in the least increase her attractiveness, Sirius assures himself.
He politely smiles a greeting as they browse the same shelves. It's nowhere near the full-wattage grin he might've given another girl, which is why he's shocked to feel her breasts brush him as she reaches for a book.
"Excuse me," she murmurs.
"Mmm," he mumbles.
And with that, they're kissing. Not the pecks Aunt Druella gives his mother on both cheeks. Not the close-mouthed first kiss he got from Emmeline Vance. Not even the enthusiastic -- but completely inappropriate -- kiss he'd gotten from Bellatrix last week. No, this kiss is new and terrifying, because Sirius doesn't think he's ever enjoyed a kiss this much. Lily's an innocent, but she tastes like mint and peach preserves, and she's kissing him as though the fate of mankind hinges on it.
Of course, he thinks. Of course this is happening. It's the culmination of everything he is, everything he feared. She feels so good, tastes so good, that he takes a moment to feel grateful that this can be his final downfall.
Lily breaks it off and they stare at one another, breathing ragged.
"I've decided I'm going to say yes to James," she explains. "But just once I wanted to know how it'd feel to be wanted by you."
"Oh?" Is that his voice?
"Yes." Lily smiles wryly. "I'm the only female at Hogwarts you haven't flirted with. Do you know how that makes a girl feel? You're a good friend, Sirius. I hope James appreciates you."
Letting her walk away, the taste of her lips lingering on his, the scent of her still on his robes, Sirius damn well hopes it too.
Title: Fueling the Flames
Author: Sarea Okelani
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and a bunch of others
Prompt: Inevitable
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
"That's... you've almost got it. There. Right there. Come on, Potter, harder — yes. Faster. Faster, can't you — ahhhh. Watch your damn teeth. Merlin." Draco grabbed a fistful of Potter's thick hair, none too gently. In seconds he came, jerking his hips and spilling into the hot, wet mouth encasing his cock.
Draco got up from the chair and started doing up his trousers as Potter wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Draco started to say something about how semen would be very obvious when it dried, then realized he didn't care.
"Your turn," Potter said, his hands going to his waistband.
"Yeah," Draco said, looking at him askance. "I don't think so."
"What?" Potter looked incredulous, his erection tenting the front of his trousers.
"Not gonna happen, mate. Sorry." Draco was aware he didn't sound the least sorry.
"You can't leave me like this after—"
"You came to me. I never made promises. And even if I had, would you be surprised that I went back on my word?" Draco got up close to Potter's bespectacled face. "No. Because I'm Draco fucking Malfoy."
Potter started angrily pulling on the robe he'd discarded when entering the room. "You're an asshole."
"Unfortunately for you, what I'm not is gay. But listen," Draco called as Potter was about to open the door, "owl me next time you get a hankering. We'll see if I can work you into my schedule."
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
"I already told you that wasn't going to happen."
Potter jerked the door open, then nearly slammed it shut again. It flew open. "P-pr-professor McGonagall," he stuttered.
Draco swore, loudly.
"Language, Mr. Malfoy," said a silky voice. Snape followed McGonagall into the room.
"Harry Potter," began McGonagall, looking apoplectic, "What are you doing out of Gryffindor Tower? At this hour? In the Head Boy's room?"
"Professors—" Draco began, but was silenced by a look from Snape.
"We were studying," said Potter lamely.
"Don't insult my intelligence," McGonagall said frostily. "Gather up your things and come with me."
They were met at the door by a gaggle of gawking students, including more Gryffindors. McGonagall looked fit to be tied. "To bed!" she shrilled. "All of you!"
"We'll discuss this," Snape muttered to Draco darkly, "tomorrow."
Draco waved at the bystanders hovering in his doorway, fueling the rumor flames. He went to close the door behind Snape.
"It was inevitable!" he heard Ron Weasley grouse to the Mudblood as they went down the steps. "Only a matter of time before someone like Malfoy would use a hex like that...!"
"Right, a hex," Granger replied noncommittally.
Grinning to himself, Draco was about to shut the door when he noticed Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, and Parvati Patil. He thought Potter's girlfriend would be hurt or angry, but she didn't look it. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her friends urged her forward. Seemingly unable to resist, she looked back at him. He winked, sending her scurrying.
Draco went to bed whistling.
Title: He Remembers
Author: Sarea Okelani
Characters: Severus Snape, Lily Evans
Prompt: Inevitable
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
He remembers the thought that entered his head when he first saw her, that it was somehow fate they should meet. The thought felt stupid. It also felt true.
He remembers the first time he ever touched her face, the way she looked at him, unblinking, unfazed, seeing him. She wanted him to know that, unlike his father, unlike even his mother, she could really see him, see clearly into the depths he didn't know he had. Not until that moment.
He remembers when he realized he loved her, loved her with his whole heart, small and bruised, an untried thing. In her hands, in those malachite eyes, it had felt like something worth saving.
He remembers the hurt of that first betrayal, when she walked past him to sit with her House of red and gold. The Sorting Hat put her there, he told himself, she didn't choose it. But somehow he felt betrayed anyway.
He remembers that first inkling of unease, that uncomfortable clench in his stomach, when he caught her staring at the black-haired boy she professed to dislike, when she thought no one was looking.
He remembers the first and only time they ever kissed, under a dark, cloudless sky. They were laughing one minute and silent and serious the next, and she closed her eyes and drew nearer to him, and the kiss was the sweetest he'd ever known, would ever know, the way he tasted Lily, just his Lily, and the joy was a tiger in his chest that came unbound, hungry with want and need. It was fate, he thought again, that what he had wanted was what she wanted too.
He remembers when he realized he'd been wrong. And while he'd hated James Potter, it didn't compare to the hate he'd felt toward her, and toward himself for believing in the inevitability of love, in the idea that a creature like Severus Snape could find and inspire it in such a girl. He had hated her as he had loved her, and the two warred inside him and burned him to ashes.
He remembers the promises they'd made, every one broken and meaningless. He found other pursuits, found others to put on that tattered pedestal, but none held it for long.
He remembers when her life was in his hands. If she died he would be responsible for that death, as surely as if he'd cast the Unforgivable himself. Despite what he'd told himself the Cause is everything he realized she was all that mattered. He would save her or die trying.
Giving his life for hers felt right. It felt poetic. It felt like destiny. It was why he'd been created, been born, had lived. The only thing he asked, the only thing he wanted, was that she be with him when it happened, so that he could look into those green, green eyes before passing from this world.
It wasn't a lot to ask, he thought. Not much at all.
I finally watched the last episode of S4 of The Wire. Even though I knew what was coming, I still cried. I didn't even cry when this happened! Though I was still super bummed. I ended up really enjoying the season -- I really liked the kiddie crew. I also watched the first season of S5, and it's always tough at the beginning to get used to a whole new host of characters again.
Every now and then I get a bee in my bonnet about ASoIaF theories, particularly my two favorite: Who are Jon Snow's parents and Who is Azor Ahai? I wish people would update their essays with ADWD text/proof. Le sigh.
This is a "Who are Jon Snow's parents?" essay that I haven't read before. It gets more in depth than this one about all the potential mothers and fathers, but the latter essay provides more actual book references. Both are good reads.
I loved reading this about what exactly happened during Robert's Rebellion. We get our info in such bits and pieces from various characters that it's hard to put together a clear picture of what happened when. This essay provides a great timeline of events.
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Have a faboo weekend everyone!
